Playing with Dolls
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Aren’t you old enough to still be playing with toy dolls?”
“Of course not.” She smirked. “Playing is in my blood. You know that.”
“Yes, I do, but I wanted to be Ken!”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you look great in a blonde wig!”
“Barbie” pouted as she readied her camera.
On March 9, 1959, the first Barbie doll went on display at the American Toy Fair in New York City.
Yep, I used a historical event associated with today’s date to write an Alexandra piece. I usually do it for my time-traveling hypnotist but, while I considered having her crash the display in some fashion, this idea proved far more entertaining in my mind so I wrote this instead.
I may still do the other piece in the future but… you’re going to have to beg for it. Do it right after you finish reading this post.
Nobody’s Slave
“I’m nobody’s slave, I’m nobody’s slave… ” James repeated out loud.
“That’s right…” a gentle voice whispered in his ears. “So what are you going to do?”
“Obey without question…” he nodded.
“Excellent!” Kayla, a.k.a. MistressNobody in the fighting game community, grinned. Ten out of twelve rivals enslaved. The next tournament was as good as won.
This idea came to me first thing in the morning. One could actually say I woke up thinking about it because it’s probably true. I suspect I dreamed it at some point but it’s hard to tell, really. What I liked the most about the concept was the initial misdirection before veering into the actual crux of the tale.
There are those that argue that video games are dangerous. Well, some competitive players certainly are. If you ever meet someone online that goes by MistressNobody, you’re advised to run.
Hunger Management
“Please…” Andrew begged.
“No!” Theresa stomped her feet.
“But I need it!”
“I know. You’ve been programmed that way, but your chores come first.” She handed him a handwritten list.
“Why do these keep getting bigger?”
“Because you keep complaining. Work!”
“Yes, Mistress.” He grabbed a broom, the taste of her pussy haunting his mind.
Random impromptu that was written during my lunch break, nothing more. Would such a technique work for you?
Flattening the Curve
Ally rubbed Samuel’s crotch. Where once there was a bulge, an almost smooth surface now remained.
“It’s so tiny!” She laughed. “I told you hypnosis would change you, didn’t I? What do you think?”
“That this is not what I meant when we talked about flattening the curve…” He pointed at his belly.
“Too bad…”
Because of the recent virus pandemic, the term “flattening the curve” has become quite common in the news and whatnot. Basically, it means slowing down the rate of infection. If fewer people get sick at the same time, it’s easier to mitigate its effects without straining health systems and those that are a part of it.
In my country, the epidemic is at its outset. We don’t have a lot of confirmed cases at the moment but that can change at any moment. Most of them are also where I live. I’m taking precautions but I’m not particularly worried at the moment because worrying leads to stress and stress affects one’s immune system. We don’t want that.
Humor is a good way to avoid thinking about bad stuff so I came up with this. I don’t have a beer belly because I don’t drink but this play on words made perfect sense to me and I hope you enjoyed it as well. Out of respect for people being affected by this situation as we speak, I won’t make any jokes or write anything involving fictional viruses in the foreseeable future though.